Seven Days With Stepmum - Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Charlie had been absentmindedly fidgeting for some time now; he tried engrossing himself in the puzzle and watching the television show but the need to wee had gotten stronger.

“Nana.” He gulped. “I need the bathroom.”

Denise smiled warmly and lightly chuckled.

“Use your diaper dear.” She said plainly.

Her response stung less knowing that it was likely to be her answer; he was still defiant though and would hold out long enough hopefully for Anna to come retrieve him.

Eventually his tossing around and shifting got the better of Denise, she excused herself to the kitchen only to return with a babies bottle filled with orange juice. Charlie shook his head but she was adamant and he had no choice to accept it. She watched him expectantly and he quickly started sucking much to his own dismay. With half the bottle downed it all came too much pressure on poor Charlies bladder and the pee started soaking into his diaper. It pooled all the way down his bottom as it was soaked into the thick towelling, it was a surreal experience being fully aware he was wetting himself feeling the warmth envelop his groin. He almost would of admitted to enjoying it if he wasn’t been watched over by Denise like a hawk and dressed like a baby girl.

Finally the flow came to a stop, he hadn’t realised he had been looking down at his padding with a dopy expression plastered over his face and Denise knew full well what he was doing.

“That’s a good job doing your wees Charlie, it’s not good to hold them in like that.”

She returned to her knitting and Charlie realised he wasn’t going to be getting changed out of his wet diaper anytime soon. He reluctantly went back to his puzzle, he felt much more relaxed now the pressure was no longer on his bladder, but now the padding had become all wet and swollen. The warmth had already started to dissipate and he was starting to get uncomftable. Maybe he should ask her for a change he wondered, he was sure she wouldn’t refuse that at least. He tried mustering up the courage to ask, but the shame was too much he would rather stick it out in the wet diaper then have to go through the whole humiliating process again.

Time drew on rather slowly; the feeling of the now cold and clammy diaper was ever present on his mind. Finally a knock at the door and Denise gleefully announced that Charlies mommy was here to pick him up. His heart started pounding like a jack hammer, he frantically darted his head around as Denise walked to the door. Where should he run to, could he hide in time, what about his pacifier he had to spit it out, so why didn’t he. His thoughts were running a marathon and he couldn’t make up his mind so he sat their submissively as Anna came into the room and was greeted with the site of what had become of her stepson.

“Charlie, you look so darling in your frilly panties, I hope you’ve behaved yourself.”

She strode over confidently and left her bag on the floor, she ushered him to stand and got the full look of him.

“You have him in Diapers Denise?” she asked inquisitively.

“Well I couldn’t have him running around in the nudie, it’s a good thing I’ve put him into them he’s giving it a thorough soaking.”

Anna looked quite shock at that last remark, she pulled the front of his plastic underwear down and could clearly make out the swollen padding. Charlie stood their blankly sucking away on his pacifier as he was made to embarrassingly endure everything.

Denise continued. “He didn’t ask me for a change either he seemed quite content to sit in his wet diaper, just like any other baby who loves their wet padding I suppose.”

Anna was gobsmacked; she had to raise a hand to her mouth to hide her shock.

“Well…. I guess my trip was a waist then wasn’t it.” She gestured over to her shopping bag. “Seems like you aren’t ready for the pretty panties I bought you from the store, I should have been picking you up diapers it seems.”

“Nooo…..” Charlie whined. “I want the panties please.”

He blushed as he spoke, it was humiliating asking her for whatever girly underwear she had probably bought with her, but the alternative was to remain in his thick diapers he knew the lesser evil was obvious.

“Hmmm I’m not sure.” Anna teased. “Big girls get undies, babies get diapers and yours is awfully wet mister.”

Denise scoffed. “UNDIES, definitely not I’m surprised he didn’t soak his dress walking inside, he’s a little tinkler, and diapers are the answer.”

Anna pondered for a moment, Charlie looked at her with pleading eyes, she could definitely win him over this way. She smiled at Denise it was like a game and Charlie was their pawn, she didn’t believe that the older woman could be so devious and smart at the same time.

“Ok then Charlie, I’ll give you one shot but if I see so much as a little wet spot its straight back into diapers for you.”

“Thank you Anna I promise I won’t.” Charlie couldn’t help himself; he was so relieved he threw his arms around her in a big hug.

Anna was quite taken aback; Charlie had never so much as shown her any kind of friendliness or offered any respect to her before. Now here he was dressed like a little baby girl, in his soaked diapers, clinging to her like she was his mother. But she was, well she soon would be, the maternal feeling was overwhelming and she suddenly wanted to keep him in his diapers. But she couldn’t go back on her word not when he was being so thankful, she was sure that he would end up back in his diapers by the weeks end.

It was quite a surreal feeling for Charlie to be so excited that his Aunt had bought him his own panties. They were super girly, strawberry pink with little bows on the front but anything was better than the thick bulky diaper strapped to him. He didn’t mind the feeling so much, but as soon as he saw Anna and the humiliation truly kicked in he wanted out of them desperately. He gleefully stood there as she undressed his lowers, letting the thick towelling diaper fall to the floor she quickly held open the underwear and he stepped in. It was strange having such thin fabric clinging to his waist after having all the weight leave that area. He didn’t mind them, the fabric was very soft and he enjoyed the way it cupped him in all the right places.

He shook away the thought, trying to remain in the moment he told himself like a broken record player that this wasn’t normal. He was only complying till the week was up then he could go back to his own clothing, his own bedroom and regain his sense of manhood and personal space. He would keep playing the part but only to keep the peace, this wasn’t going to be his new normal. With Charlie freshly changed she thanked Denise for keeping an eye on him and made sure he also showed his gratitude. It was as they were heading out the front door into the public eye that Anna revealed the day’s plans she had in store.

“Swimming!” She said excitedly.

Charlie recoiled, “I ummmm, I’m not a good swimmer.” He responded rather ashamedly.

Anna consoled him. “I know that hun, that’s why I’m going to teach you.”

He felt rather nervous all of a sudden, he hated the thought of drowning and heights its why he normally avoided going to the beach or opting to drive instead of flying on trips with friends.

“But what will I wear?” He asked afraid of the answer.

Anna grinned. “I think by now you know I have everything that you could possibly need!”

She took his hand and led him over to her car; poor Charlie had no choice but to follow her into the unknown.